STUPID

[Intro]

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1: YG]

Oh, damn, y'all done fucked up

This beat hittin' like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks

Before the court room judge us

Please, the wrong way, don't rub us

Fuck, yeah, when it's beef, I eat cow

You ain't got chicken, but catchin' Zs, sleep how? (Sleep how?)

Niggas know what I be 'bout

Stop playin', I'll knock a nigga clean out

Yeah, I got bitches

Ugly nigga, only got 'em 'cause my riches

I done made it out the trenches

I believe I'm him, I'm religious

I couldn't see me without a check (Without a check)

Me without a check, I'm a wreck

Penitentiary, chances, took him to the neck (To the neck)

The money feel better than sex, oh

[Chorus: YG]

Yeah, let's get to it

If crime pays, I'ma do it

Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick

Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid

I just took a model off my checklist, stupid

I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid

I'm the type to take back the necklace, stupid

Made it out the block like Tetris

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Ayy, niggas be the loudest with no fuckin' money (Skee)

I be blowin' bitches backs off two packs of— (Wah)

How you send your boys to war with no ammunition?

Yeah, you pulled up Rolls-Royce, but it's standard edition (Wah)

Found out where you hid this shit like a bad magician

Dissing us the quickest way to lose existence

She wanna roll with the bad boys like Isiah's Pistons

My dog ain't popped nary Perc', but his index itchin' (Brr)

He was quick with the TEC like a paid-off ref

Tint on the matte coupe got me hard on X (Yeah)

Free Jeff, we ain't spoke since before he left

Shit got hard, they turned left, niggas know it ain't right (Yeah)

I'm with Ju, dropped a six in the cranberry Sprite

Geekin', I glide through the lane like a well-made kite (Beep)

On a mailman line, trying to track my pints

Bitch, I go out with a fight, everything on sight

[Chorus: YG]

Yeah, let's get to it

If crime pays, I'ma do it

Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick

Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid

I just took a model off my checklist, stupid

I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid

I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid

Made it out the block like Tetris

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]

Man, you niggas got me fucked up

'Fore I sell my soul for this shit, I'll sell drugs

Yeah, pussy nigga ain't got no love

How is niggas sleep on the mob? Must be poured up

Ha, you ain't never had to show up

Baby mama callin' child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb

Yeah, out in Bompton 'cause I know the thugs

Louboutin cross trainers like I bang Blood

I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, bitch

Blew your album budget on my necklace, bitch

Niggas love frontin', "Face is not that rich"

Tell that to the thotties when I show 'em my crib

Real niggas do real things

Real numbers, real fans, ain't a thing change

Yeah, top down in the fast lane

Hands up, thanking God that the bag came, bitch

[Chorus: YG]

Yeah, let's get to it

If crime pays, I'ma do it

Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick

Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid

I just took a model off my checklist, stupid

I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid

I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid

Made it out the block like Tetris